their corn out, but that was too early. This crop will have a sweeter taste. Maybe we’re not riding the wave of the season or being trendy or super successful, but I guarantee you this corn will be the sweetest out of everyone’s. Do a blind taste test, a side-by-side comparison. Do whatever you like.”
“That’s why I’m here,” he said quietly, still looking at me in that funny way, his brown eyes strangely bright.
“What, for the corn that won’t be ready for another week?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “For my sass?”
“For your passion,” Sebastian said. He tried to take my hand, but I jerked it away, my eyes darting around. Was he insane? Anyone could see us here out in the open.
“Look, maybe we should talk about what happened back in your office,” I said uncertainly. I wanted very badly to be an adult about this. If there was something lingering between us, I didn't want it to affect Dad’s business deal with Sebastian. I wouldn’t ever be able to forgive myself for something like that.
“I’ll write you a check right now to cover the repairs you had to get,” Sebastian said impatiently.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Cash, then.” He reached for his pocket, and I was the one who seized his hand this time.
“Listen to me.” His brown eyes met mine, warmed even as I looked at him.
“This is about the kissing,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking upward. “I’ll talk about that with you all day, if you want.”
“The kissing and the hands…yeah, maybe we should talk about it.”
“Talk away, Rachel. I’m all ears.”
“I …” Oh, great. I was the one who’d wanted to talk about it and now I was too shy. “It was just a one-time deal, Sebastian. I don’t know what came over us.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “We’re two adults. We let ourselves get carried away by the moment. There’s not a thing wrong with it.”
“I just wouldn’t want it to mess up anything you might want to have with Dad,” I said. “I want to try and be mature about it.”
“Of course,” he said. That grin told me he was teasing me. “We can be mature. Would it be mature to tell you that I want to kiss you again right now?”
Something low in my stomach clenched and unclenched. “What about our one-time deal, Sebastian?”
“It doesn’t have to be a one-time deal,” he reasoned. “What are you feeling right now?”
“Right now?”
“Be mature about it, Rachel,” he reminded me. “Right now. Your feelings. Go.”
I watched his lips move as he spoke. I was transfixed by them. “I’d kiss you again.”
And then his mouth was on mine, right there by the cornfield. I yanked myself away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Everyone can see us.”
“So?”
I cleared my throat, rubbed my mouth almost unconsciously. “So wouldn’t you like to see the barn where we wash our produce?”
“You really want to continue the tour?” Sebastian asked, dubious.
“In the barn, no one can see us.” I walked toward the hulking building, suddenly aware that I was still clutching Sebastian’s hand like an idiot. I shook myself free and found he continued to keep pace with me. I hoped no one saw us together like that.
“I like the way you think,” he said, patting me on my back as we hurried across the lot.
“Shut up. Don’t talk.”
I yanked the door open to the barn, which was mercifully empty, and pulled him inside.
“Rachel, just what—?”
And I was the one who kissed him that time, grabbing the front of his shirt, bringing him closer to me, trying to take all of him, pressing myself against his body. I didn’t care about appearances anymore; I didn’t care about the truck, or how thoughtless he’d been. All I cared about was how badly I wanted him.
We stripped each other’s clothes off, walking out of our pants, me not bothering to struggle out of my boots. Sebastian didn’t seem to care very much about the boots. He took
“That’s why I’m here,” he said quietly, still looking at me in that funny way, his brown eyes strangely bright.
“What, for the corn that won’t be ready for another week?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “For my sass?”
“For your passion,” Sebastian said. He tried to take my hand, but I jerked it away, my eyes darting around. Was he insane? Anyone could see us here out in the open.
“Look, maybe we should talk about what happened back in your office,” I said uncertainly. I wanted very badly to be an adult about this. If there was something lingering between us, I didn't want it to affect Dad’s business deal with Sebastian. I wouldn’t ever be able to forgive myself for something like that.
“I’ll write you a check right now to cover the repairs you had to get,” Sebastian said impatiently.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Cash, then.” He reached for his pocket, and I was the one who seized his hand this time.
“Listen to me.” His brown eyes met mine, warmed even as I looked at him.
“This is about the kissing,” he said, the corners of his mouth quirking upward. “I’ll talk about that with you all day, if you want.”
“The kissing and the hands…yeah, maybe we should talk about it.”
“Talk away, Rachel. I’m all ears.”
“I …” Oh, great. I was the one who’d wanted to talk about it and now I was too shy. “It was just a one-time deal, Sebastian. I don’t know what came over us.”
“I do.”
“You do?”
“Yep.” He grinned. “We’re two adults. We let ourselves get carried away by the moment. There’s not a thing wrong with it.”
“I just wouldn’t want it to mess up anything you might want to have with Dad,” I said. “I want to try and be mature about it.”
“Of course,” he said. That grin told me he was teasing me. “We can be mature. Would it be mature to tell you that I want to kiss you again right now?”
Something low in my stomach clenched and unclenched. “What about our one-time deal, Sebastian?”
“It doesn’t have to be a one-time deal,” he reasoned. “What are you feeling right now?”
“Right now?”
“Be mature about it, Rachel,” he reminded me. “Right now. Your feelings. Go.”
I watched his lips move as he spoke. I was transfixed by them. “I’d kiss you again.”
And then his mouth was on mine, right there by the cornfield. I yanked myself away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Everyone can see us.”
“So?”
I cleared my throat, rubbed my mouth almost unconsciously. “So wouldn’t you like to see the barn where we wash our produce?”
“You really want to continue the tour?” Sebastian asked, dubious.
“In the barn, no one can see us.” I walked toward the hulking building, suddenly aware that I was still clutching Sebastian’s hand like an idiot. I shook myself free and found he continued to keep pace with me. I hoped no one saw us together like that.
“I like the way you think,” he said, patting me on my back as we hurried across the lot.
“Shut up. Don’t talk.”
I yanked the door open to the barn, which was mercifully empty, and pulled him inside.
“Rachel, just what—?”
And I was the one who kissed him that time, grabbing the front of his shirt, bringing him closer to me, trying to take all of him, pressing myself against his body. I didn’t care about appearances anymore; I didn’t care about the truck, or how thoughtless he’d been. All I cared about was how badly I wanted him.
We stripped each other’s clothes off, walking out of our pants, me not bothering to struggle out of my boots. Sebastian didn’t seem to care very much about the boots. He took
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